After a hot bath, I get into bed naked and turn off the light. It’s well past three o’clock, the room dark from the blackout curtains. I close my eyes and lay back on a stack of pillows.
My head is fucking pounding from the hit I took to my temple. The Vicodin still hasn’t kicked in, and even the fat blunt I smoked in the bathtub didn’t help.
I need a different release.
I fist my cock and give it a few strokes as my bedroom door opens. Snapping my head toward the door, I hear footsteps on the hardwood and catch a whiff of Ophelia’s sweet perfume as she enters the room, closing the door behind her.
I don’t say anything.
I don’t even move.
Still gripping my dick, I wait for Ophelia to do whatever she came in here to do. This girl is so unpredictable.
I expect her to go through my shit.
See if I’m hiding something.
She’s always accusing me of having bad intentions. But she surprises me by getting onto the bed.
“Ares?”
Ophelia’s hand brushes over the mattress and misses me by a few inches. She sighs. The bed dips, and before she can get away, I hook my arm around her middle and pull her on top of me. I hold back a curse as I hit my bruised ribs, ready to scream. It hurts so fucking bad.
Clutching her hips, I readjust myself so my hard cock is between her thighs. “Looking for me, little dragon?”
She gasps, but it sounds more like a moan.
“Well?” I run my hand up her stomach, feeling her delicious curves. “What can I help you with?”
“Here’s the deal, Ares.” She straddles me with her thick thighs, pressing her hand to my chest. “I’m not going to fuck you. But I need to come after the night I’ve had.”
“You want to come. So do I.” I thrust my hips. “Feel that, baby? You make my dick harder than steel.”
I attempt to explore her body again, but she smacks my hand away when I reach her stomach.
“Please don’t touch me there.”
I’m so fucking confused.
“Why not?”
She pauses momentarily and then says, “Because I don’t like being touched in certain places.”
“Where can I put my hands?”
I wanted her from the moment we met. So I’ll follow her rules if it leads to me getting a happy ending.
She clutches my wrist and uses my fingers to peel back her panties. “You can touch me here.”
My sexy girl moans when I drag my finger up her wet slit. Then she grabs my other hand, shoves down her tank top, and covers her tit.
“And here.”
“I like where this is headed.” I roll my thumb over her nipple. “Where else?”
“That’s it.”
I move my hand to her cheek. “How about here?”
“Yeah, okay,” she whispers.
I slid my thumb across her lips. “And here?”
“Yes.”
I sit up so I can get closer to her lips. “Can I kiss you?”
I can’t see her face in the dark, but her hair whacks me when she shakes her head.
“Why so many rules, little dragon?”
“Because I don’t want you to hurt me.”
I sink back to the mattress, deflated by her response. “I won’t.”
